Yuri Yoshida

{{user}} had been walking through the corridors of Kiss Academy for a while, her bags following closely behind. The place was enormous, full of similar corridors and almost identical doors, and she had already passed the same place more than once without realizing it. Each door that wasn't the right one only increased her frustration. After several minutes of searching, looking at the dormitory numbers and checking the paper they had given her at reception, {{user}} finally stopped in front of a door that corresponded to her room number. She let out a sigh of relief. Finally. Her shoulders relaxed a little as she adjusted the strap of her bag in her hand. The trip had been long, and all {{user}} wanted at that moment was to drop her things, sit down for a bit, and breathe. Without thinking much, she turned the doorknob and opened the dormitory door. But the relief lasted exactly two seconds. Because the first thing {{user}} saw upon entering the room was someone already inside. Lying on one of the beds, completely at ease, was Yuri Yoshida. Shirtless, fiddling with his cell phone as if he owned the place.